Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Arwen/Tauriel - Home is where...
TITLE: Home is where...
PROMPT: #482, alien
AUTHOR: yuri_onna
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings, Hobbit
PAIRING: Arwen, Tauriel
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: 250
SUMMARY:
It was strange at first. Tauriel couldn't imagine that the forest can be such a lovely place. Spending her entire life at the Mirkwood and surrounding lands, she learned that in the forest she should be still on her guard, always ready to defend herself. But Lothlorien was totally different place, calm and peaceful.
“What's wrong?”, asked Arwen, when she lead Tauriel through the forest.
“Nothing, my lady, nothing... I just... feel not quite... I'm not sure how to say it. Every time I'm in the forest, I'm ready for combat. And here... No matter how beautiful this place is, I can't shake off my old habits. It's an elven land and I feel like an alien here.”
Arwen noticed a single tear running down the Tauriel's cheek.
“Nothing to be ashamed, darling. You're a warrior, that's all. Don't be misguided by the beauty of this land, its borders are still dangerous. But since you're beside me, I'm not afraid of anything”
“My lady... but I...”
“You came here wounded and bruised, physically and mentally”, Arwen put her palm on Tauriel's red hair, “Forget about all those bad things that happened before. But don't forget who you are. You're an elf and no elf can call herself alien in the Middle Earth.”
She embraced Tauriel, letting the younger girl find comfort in her arms.
“Feel free to cry as much as you need”, she whispered softly “I'll take care of you, poor darling”.
PROMPT: #482, alien
AUTHOR: yuri_onna
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings, Hobbit
PAIRING: Arwen, Tauriel
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: 250
SUMMARY:
It was strange at first. Tauriel couldn't imagine that the forest can be such a lovely place. Spending her entire life at the Mirkwood and surrounding lands, she learned that in the forest she should be still on her guard, always ready to defend herself. But Lothlorien was totally different place, calm and peaceful.
“What's wrong?”, asked Arwen, when she lead Tauriel through the forest.
“Nothing, my lady, nothing... I just... feel not quite... I'm not sure how to say it. Every time I'm in the forest, I'm ready for combat. And here... No matter how beautiful this place is, I can't shake off my old habits. It's an elven land and I feel like an alien here.”
Arwen noticed a single tear running down the Tauriel's cheek.
“Nothing to be ashamed, darling. You're a warrior, that's all. Don't be misguided by the beauty of this land, its borders are still dangerous. But since you're beside me, I'm not afraid of anything”
“My lady... but I...”
“You came here wounded and bruised, physically and mentally”, Arwen put her palm on Tauriel's red hair, “Forget about all those bad things that happened before. But don't forget who you are. You're an elf and no elf can call herself alien in the Middle Earth.”
She embraced Tauriel, letting the younger girl find comfort in her arms.
“Feel free to cry as much as you need”, she whispered softly “I'll take care of you, poor darling”.